It was one of those baby-blue skies, not the psychedelic candy-blue nor the washed-out grey so characteristic of wintry mornings.
The clouds were as puffs of radiant joy, ready to disperse into the wind, to travel our Earth.
I watched them eddy, pure reflected rays dappled and swirling with the sky, until all that remained was that perfect baby-blue, the same hue as before as if inviting those born of the wing to ride warm thermal air heaven-bound.
It's been a week now since the incident with the dead rodent and It's an unspoken mutual feeling to never bring it up again. Jia spent the whole day swamping herself with unnecessary guilt.
So I basically spent the whole time assuring her that I was fine. And that there was nothing for her to worry about.
The school's been in an uproar
